(coming home late) Yesterday, in my online art group, we were talking about how to determine which ways to participate in social media. The gist

I was passing a sign in a nearby town: BEHIND THIS SNOWBANK IS A GREAT STORE. Well, thanks to the sun outside, you can’t see

Peaches has been bouncing around in the snow. Can you tell? A little sticking to her? Just like me. When I go NEAR my dyes,

Yeah! Shovel that snow! You love it! In fact, oddly, I DO love shoveling snow. I like it because I can make shapes/path/ clear spaces.

Three days ago the forecast for yesterday was “snow showers”. Which basically means little or no accumulation. Nothing to measure. The day before: 3- 5

It’s snowing. It’s cold. And my dear Peaches is recovering from her romp outdoors. She loves the snow. And I do love her. When she’s

I keep the dock out all winter – a choice I’m questioning this winter. I have an ice eater – a small fan that moves

Open territory. Nothing in your way. You are running freely. On the side, viewers watch – what is that moving so fast? The photo shows

It’s getting near the moment, the “instant”, when we all notice time. The year changes numbers. At an exact moment. In Isaacson’s book on Leonardo

Sunrise. A few minutes later, the pink is no longer pink. But it’s so gradual, you miss it. Slow motion. A number of years ago,